Sins of the Fathers
Hey Mr Rogers
Come out so we can talk
Hey Mr Rogers
I think you had enough
Hey Mr Rogers
Don't try to make a scene
Hey Mr Rogers
Come out and come clean
I spent my whole life looking
For somebody to save
But I can't save nobody
'cus I need to save me
My own child hates me
Am I really free of crime
Forsake my family
Now and 'til the end of time
I said boy, my father beat me
Did I not become a man
I put food on the table
I do what I fucking can
Blame me 'cus I'm drinking
And because your mom is sad
Because when I hit the bottle
I forget all that is bad
Father forgive him
For what he's gonna say
His father was a demon and
His mama only prays
His spirit needs healing and
His body needs a hymn
Don't wanna be the demon
When his son's looking at him
He has tried to fit the picture
But his woman ran away
Said he's closer to the liqour
Than the love she gave to him
He knew he had it coming
But the whiskey knew it first
Maybe he was just not ready
To give up and give his love
And now he's looking
For some answers he can't find
The good times calling
Has been over for a while
He wrote his judgement
Of the lord down in the mud
The sins of the fathers
Will be passed along the line
Yes now he's looking
For some answers he can't find
The good times calling
Has been over for a while
He wrote his judgement
Of the lord down in the mud
The sins of the fathers
Will be passed along the blood
And the lord said to my father
Are you really free of sin
From where I sit I see your soul
And demons are within
You dare to speak these lies of yours
Here in this house of mine
Now you're begging for forgiveness
Boy, you think I must be blind (he said)
Hey Mr Rogers
Come out so we can talk
Hey Mr Rogers
I think you had enough
Hey Mr Rogers
Don't try to make a scene
Hey Mr Rogers
Get off my property
And now he's looking
For some answers he can't find
The good times calling
Has been over for a while
He wrote his judgement
Of the lord down in the mud
The sins of the fathers
Will be passed along the line
Yes now he's looking
For some answers he can't find
The good times calling
Has been over for a while
He wrote his judgement
Of the lord down in the mud
The sins of the fathers
Will be passed along the blood
Now I'm not the only one
That blames myself
For what I've become
Don't you curse and dont you judge
I'm might not be my best
But I could be worse
The way i want to be
If I'll be more than the one I was before
I will take it and I will try to see
That I'm more than
My father's sin of a son
Come out so we can talk
Hey Mr Rogers
I think you had enough
Hey Mr Rogers
Don't try to make a scene
Hey Mr Rogers
Come out and come clean
I spent my whole life looking
For somebody to save
But I can't save nobody
'cus I need to save me
My own child hates me
Am I really free of crime
Forsake my family
Now and 'til the end of time
I said boy, my father beat me
Did I not become a man
I put food on the table
I do what I fucking can
Blame me 'cus I'm drinking
And because your mom is sad
Because when I hit the bottle
I forget all that is bad
Father forgive him
For what he's gonna say
His father was a demon and
His mama only prays
His spirit needs healing and
His body needs a hymn
Don't wanna be the demon
When his son's looking at him
He has tried to fit the picture
But his woman ran away
Said he's closer to the liqour
Than the love she gave to him
He knew he had it coming
But the whiskey knew it first
Maybe he was just not ready
To give up and give his love
And now he's looking
For some answers he can't find
The good times calling
Has been over for a while
He wrote his judgement
Of the lord down in the mud
The sins of the fathers
Will be passed along the line
Yes now he's looking
For some answers he can't find
The good times calling
Has been over for a while
He wrote his judgement
Of the lord down in the mud
The sins of the fathers
Will be passed along the blood
And the lord said to my father
Are you really free of sin
From where I sit I see your soul
And demons are within
You dare to speak these lies of yours
Here in this house of mine
Now you're begging for forgiveness
Boy, you think I must be blind (he said)
Hey Mr Rogers
Come out so we can talk
Hey Mr Rogers
I think you had enough
Hey Mr Rogers
Don't try to make a scene
Hey Mr Rogers
Get off my property
And now he's looking
For some answers he can't find
The good times calling
Has been over for a while
He wrote his judgement
Of the lord down in the mud
The sins of the fathers
Will be passed along the line
Yes now he's looking
For some answers he can't find
The good times calling
Has been over for a while
He wrote his judgement
Of the lord down in the mud
The sins of the fathers
Will be passed along the blood
Now I'm not the only one
That blames myself
For what I've become
Don't you curse and dont you judge
I'm might not be my best
But I could be worse
The way i want to be
If I'll be more than the one I was before
I will take it and I will try to see
That I'm more than
My father's sin of a son
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